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"No!" Susan shrieked when Bartelli shouted his invitation. She tried to get up, but Bartelli's weight and her bound hands kept her helpless. With a pitiful cry, she turned her head away as the door opened.

"Hi there!" Bartelli said, chuckling obscenely as he punctuated his greeting with a particularly hard thrust into Susan's ass.

"Good evening, sir," she heard a voice say from the door. "I am Mr. Townsend's chauffer. I have been sent to pick up Mrs. Susan Garson."

"Well, here she is," Bartelli said, thrusting again. "And you can pick her up as soon as I'm done with her. How's that?"

"That's fine, sir," the voice said. "Shall I wait here, or in the car, sir?"

Susan's shame and humiliation at being exposed this way to a stranger was of course only adding to her helpless arousal; and her excitement was heightened by the calm, unemotional reaction of the new arrival-as though it were completely routine for him to come into a strange apartment and be confronted with the sight of a naked young woman bent over a sofa with her hands tied, while a man fucked her in the ass. Unable to stop herself, she turned her head to look at him.

He was a young, dark-haired man wearing a chauffeur's uniform, complete with a visored cap, which he held in his hand. He was quiqte attractive, in a sharp-featured way, and though his face showed no emotion, she thought she saw a flicker in his eyes as they met hers. Her mouth went dry as she watched him watching her degradation; and she almost came when she heard Bartelli answer his question.

"Hell, you might as well stay here," Bartelli laughed. "In fact, come on over and join the party!"

The chauffeur stepped inside and shut the door behind him. Then he hesitated. "Well, sir, I don't know if I."

"Come on!" Bartelli urged. "The more the merrier for Mrs. Garson here. She'll eat it up." He laughed again. "She'll eat YOU up! Right, Mrs. Garson?" He slapped her hard on the hip. "Right, bitch?"

"Oh god." Susan moaned. "Yes. Yes."

"See? Get the hell over here. Here, sit down right here." He grabbed Susan by the hair and pulled her head up out of the couch seat, bringing a squall of pain from her. "Here you are, my friend. Just sit right down here and pull out your dick, and the lady will suck it for you while I finish reaming her ass. Come on!"

"Well.thank you, sir," the young man said. "I'd be happy to." He approached the sofa, unzipping his trousers on the way, and then sat down. He placed his cap on the floor and pulled out his penis, which was already large and getting larger every second. Its growth was spurred on by the breath from Susan's open, panting mouth as Bartelli held her head just above his lap.

"Okay, cocksucker," Bartelli grated. "Do your thing." And he pushed her head down into the young man's crotch and held it there, keeping his grip on her hair.

With a sound that was half moan, half sob, Susan took the man's cock into her mouth. He responded with a sharp hiss, and his head fell back against the couch as she engulfed the full length of it at once.

In fact, Bartelli's pressure on her head prevented her from moving it, and she was unable to do anything but hold the chauffeur's prick in her mouth while it grew rapidly to full erection, filling her mouth and pushing into her throat until she had to struggle to keep from gagging. Her breath whistled through her nose and strangled noises came from her as she strove to swallow the throbbing weapon.

Meanwhile Bartelli had resumed fucking her ass, driving into her with hard, painful strokes that drove her to the brink of climax. The rhythmic jolting of her body transmitted itself to her head, and thus to the spasms of her mouth around the young man's cock, bringing low moans of delight from him. He didn't seem to mind at all that she could not really suck him; and in fact as her throat relaxed around him she began to caress the stiff pole with her tonuge, licking and stroking as much of it as she could. Soon he was breathing hard, his head rolling gently from side to side.

Suddenly Susan felt herself coming. Body heaving, bound hands clutching at the air, mouth gasping around the flesh staff that filled it, she rode out her orgasm and immediately started on another. Her jerking, twisting body brought Bartelli close to his own finish, and he battered at her harder and faster than ever, roaring curses as he emptied himself inside her.

The feeling of his come splattering the depths of her ass sent Susan over the edge again. Bartelli, though finally spent, still did not relax his grip on her head, but pushed it down even harder than before over the young man's cock. Voraciously, desperately, she tongued and suctioned at it, moaning and whimpering as she approached still another climax. As she came again she heard the chauffeur give a hoarse cry, and felt him shoot his load in powerful spurts straight down her throat. She swallowed it with joy, knowing she would come yet again. She could not stop. She came when Bartelli pulled his now soft prick out of her ass. She came as she tried to suck the chauffeur back to hardness, and came again even as she moaned with disappointment when she failed.

Even when the two men moved away from her, leaving her bent over the sofa arm alone, she came twice more as they watched her, before she finally subsided, sobbing, shuddering and gasping for breath.

Dimly she heard the sound of zippers being pulled up, and Bartelli laughing and calling her names as he moved to the door. Then he was gone, leaving her with the man who had come to take her to the party.